her childhood street
is oh-so-quiet
her heart is in turmoil,
brain cells a riot
options she has,
choices to make
what dreams can she keep?
which hopes to forsake?
a good life is not promised,
luck turns on a dime
the only certainty is death
& she’s running out of time
she knows one day she’ll return –
triumphant – & soon
these are the thoughts she thinks
standing beneath a full Cleveland moon
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